A Poem About Bez

as you walk through the school halls,
It seems as if everyone moves closer to a wall,
you start to hear whispers behind your back,
mostly about what you lack,
the pretty girl looks you up and down,
then she walks away with a frown,
you keep your neck high and proud,
even though insults are shouted at you very loud,
then one jock says " She Ain't Cool"
another replys " I can't beleive they let her in this school",
your old friends back away,
as if ditching you is okay,
everyone stares,
and your teachers really don't care,
but you bring out that small amount of pride left,
because your pride was taken by a theft,
you stare ahead,
and see one small head,
looking at you with sympathy,
it so happens to be a girl named lizzy,
she smiles at you and says,
" Are you Bez",
you nod, so she say,
everything is going to be okay!

You might be wondering why i made this poem?? Well when i walk through the school halls i see girls and guys like Bez. And i feel sorry for them. So if you feel sorry for people like Bez, and you want to stop all of this bullying, then copy this poem into your blog! We can make a difference!
- Katherine